SWEET, be not proud of those two eyes, Which starlike sparkle in their skies; Nor be you proud that you can see All hearts your captives, yours yet free. Be you not proud of that rich hair, Which wantons with the lovesick air; Whenas that ruby which you wear, Sunk from the tip of your soft ear, Will last to be a precious stone When all your world of beauty's gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEREDITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE FLOOD OF YEARS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE RETIREMENT; TO MR. IZAAK WALTON by CHARLES COTTON BURY ME IN A FREE LAND by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW INLAND by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |